Some days a just days you seem to have to be sappy. For me, this is one of those days. I rather not say why. However, I think more people refuse to admit they have sappy days, than those who will fess up to them. I just read this: in a Huffington Post* post.Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes. He said,"Too many people die with their music still in them." I pondered why that statement is true.Is it because we think no one will like, Our sounds? Our opinions? Our words?Which made me wonder. What kind of music is the most poplar? If you made that kind of music it would reason more people would like it, hence like you, right?Since, there are so many different kinds of ways to express ourselves what’s the problem?The answer: rejection? Maybe. Maybe not. One dictionary describes the word–Stifle: >check or repress something: to curb, repress, or prevent the development of something <This is something that can be done to us. Or something we can do to ourselves. Here’s an example: For me, this is one of those days.I really wanted to write this sentence this way: This day for me is one of those days.Why because being dyslectic that’s how my brain says to do it. But, if I did that I would be barraged by the grammar gurus. And that would be interrupted by me as rejection. No one likes or wants to feel rejected.Which leaves only two choices. We can never put ourselves out there to be rejected. The other is the stifle ourselves to conform, so not to suffer the anguish of rejection. If we do that, then I ask you.

Whose music, opinions or words are you using: Cause, Honey, they ain’t yours."Too many people die with their music still in them." @ Pass the tissues, please.Lisa Day